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All I have to say LOL! Fate TASTETHEROOSTER! That's an awesome name. I like this Johannes guy already. Nice chapter.

Nice. I'll read that in a few minutes. Though I can't wait for the next chapter.

@Satashi: So much PS!Vivio! Not that I'm complaining. Anyways cute date, I can't wait to see what'll happen next
@EvilRick: Wow the back story behind Alicia and Precia's connection to Techno-Union was super interesting. Man Zaeta is always there to save everyone with her dragon blood. OMG, Vita and Hayate were heartbreaking, I wanted to cry. Woah, ROBO-GATSURALLY showing up was unexpected. Aww Jail seems so awesome again, he's so nice. Dr. Faust is dead, I can't believe it. This looks like a really downhill battle. Damn it! I thought they had actually won! I hope Fate and Alicia will be alright. Now let's go to that palace!

Glad you liked it. After I'm done with this fanfic, I'll start on a new one which is still a secret.

Johannes, Nanoha, Teana and a few soldiers entered the bunker and waited for the mutants. Motion tracker showed thousands of mutants heading towards them from all directions. Johannes had a determined and calm look. “Okay, this is classical mutant attack formation. They love to swamp all around us and keep us off balance. Happened on Earth all the time,” said Johannes. “How do we counter it?” asked Teana.

“Simple. I’ve sent a squadron of fighter jets to drop bombs on their heads. Hopefully, that’ll be enough to reduce their numbers to at least…no more than 100.”

The roads of Cranagan acted as makeshift runways for the Terran fighter planes. They took off on Johannes’s command and flew around the city. “This is Aquila Squadron on patrol. Scout perimeter is 30 km radius. Colonel, we’re ready,” the lead pilot reported. “Aquila One, you’re clear to release the fire bombs on targets. You are to reduce their numbers to 100 if possible,” answered Johannes. “Aquila One here, I acknowledge. Breaking formation now,” Aquila One answered back. The jets broke formation and scouted the city for mutants. Few of them spotted mutants and they dropped bombs on them. The fire bombs blew up into raging firestorms that lit up that section of the city, and the fires burned the mutants to ashes. The explosions were so loud that Johannes heard them from his position.

“Wow, that’s loud,” Nanoha quipped. Johannes said nothing but nodded his head instead. Vita…or the mutant that was once Vita spotted a jet flew by her horde of mutants. Vita’s conscious still controlled her thoughts but her actions were controlled by the virus. It was doing everything against her will. She could here herself speak but not the words she had in mind. “Those Terrans have those blasted F/22 Raptors on patrol. You guys go get anything to shoot down that flying metal junk,” mutant Vita growled. The other mutants nodded and spread out to search for any anti-aircraft weapons.

One of them returned with a missile launcher, aimed at one of the Raptors and fired. In the Raptor cockpit, alarms sounded as the missile locked on to it. “This is Aquila 5; I have a missile on my tail! The mutants have anti-air weapons!” the pilot said panicky. He tried to shake the missile of but it just trailed him. Before the missile hit, the pilot ejected and his plane exploded into bits as the missile found its mark. “Aquila 5 went down. Colonel, those mutants have missile launchers. I’m requesting that you send snipers to deal with those missile-wielding trigger happys,” Aquila One said. It so happened that Vice was in that area. He was hiding in a building for a few hours already, killing mutants.

His attempts to contact TSAB HQ failed so far but when he intercepted Aquila One’s message, he took his sniper rifle and aimed at a mutant that wielded a long tube. He squeezed the trigger and shot the mutant in the head. “Bull’s eye,” he said quietly. The other mutants fell as unknown shots filled the air. One of the mutants grabbed the fallen launcher and escaped. Vice looked around and saw other snipers hiding in buildings. They wore dark armor that blend with the darkness of the night. “This is odd, Mid-Childan snipers don’t wear like that,” said Vice. Determined to look for answers, he packed up his equipments and left the building he was in.

At the water distribution facility, Signum tended to the hurt, though she was bad at doing that. Shamal said she was on the way but it has been two hours and she hadn’t arrived yet.

“Where is that Shamal? I thought she was supposed to be here by now,” Signum said impatiently. “She’ll come, Signum. She wouldn’t abandon us like that,” Hayate said.

“I know she won’t but it has been two hours since I last contacted her.”

“Be patient. Even if she does not come, someone will.”

Then, a squad of black-armored men came into the facility with flashlights switched on. They searched around and found Signum and the rest. “We found them as requested, Colonel Johannes,” one of them said through a COM. Signum brandished her sword and stood ready. “Who are you people?” she asked cautiously.

“We are here to rescue you under the request of one Nanoha Takamachi. Are you guys hurt? Do you need medical aid?”

“I don’t need any but my friends do, especially that purple-haired girl,” said Signum while pointing at Subaru. Her body was bruised and she was unconscious. One of the men went up to Subaru and checked her pulse. Steady…low but steady. The man took out some medical supplies and patched up Subaru. “She looks clean. What about the rest?” he asked his team. “Sir, this pink-haired one had been infected before but the virus in her body is inactive. An attempt to posses her has failed! This is extraordinary! She might be the cure to our woes!” one of them exclaimed in delight. Signum looked clueless.

“Really? Well then, let the science team examine her when we get back. Each of you grab one guy. Let’s get them back to the city,” the lead said. Signum helped carry Hayate while the others carried Chrono, Subaru and Fate. “Sir, this yellow-haired girl has nice boobs,” one of them said. The lead smacked his head. “Why do you care? Don’t be a pervert or I’ll shoot you. Now move before any mutants check back here.” As his men left, the lead checked into the water tank and a tentacle grabbed him. He took out a steel sword, chopped the tentacle grabbing him, and ran. “What the?! I better tell Johannes about this.”

Mutant Vita stood on top of a building that overlooked Johannes’s position. The mutant did not know how to use Graf Eisen so it aimed the missile launcher at the bunker. Vita tried to fight back but she felt that she could not do anything. “Now you die, Johannes,” the mutant said with an evil smile. The missile discharged from the tube and flew towards the bunker.

“Colonel, incoming missile!” Nanoha warned as she spotted the missile. Johannes just stood there coolly. “Colonel, the missile!” Nanoha warned again. Johannes just smiled, snapped up his assault rifle and fired a single shot. The bullet impacted the missile in the head and detonated it. Nanoha and the others were amazed by his marksmanship. “Wow, that was head on!” crowed Teana. “That was just a lucky shot. I never expected it to hit,” Johannes said. Everyone had a “sweat” expression. “Lucky or not, that mutant will pay! Starlight Buster!” yelled Nanoha.

The shot flew towards mutant Vita but she already escaped. As the bomb raids from the Raptors continued, only a few mutants reached Johannes’s position. They were quickly shot dead under combined fire from the two mages and the Terrans. The other mutants retreated as the sun rose. The jets returned to ground at exactly 7 a.m. The sniper scouts returned as well along with the detachment unit. The last to arrive was Vice who was welcomed warmly by Johannes. He assessed the situation. “Okay, it seems like things went well. Aside from the downed pilot who was killed by mutants and some dead sniper scouts, we all did well. The mutants will most likely hide somewhere dark so we’ll be safe for now. I heard a statement from one of my soldiers stating that this Signum resisted the Alpha Strain virus. She has agreed to give blood samples provided we get the rest holed up at their HQ. I want volunteers to come with me on this next rescue mission.”

Hands rose but Johannes only selected a few. “Nanoha, Teana, Signum, Lopez and Hayate. You all will be coming with me. Pick some soldiers to form your team. We will leave in 2 hours. Everyone get some R&R.”

Teana and Subaru sat at the coffee table, munching down on some biscuits. “So, I guess the traffic jam saved your life.” Subaru said in a tired voice. Teana shook her head. “Nah, it also almost cost me my life.”

“This Colonel Johannes Delecroix…is he a good fighter like everyone said?”

“Quite. He is pretty cool as well. You should see how he reacted when a missile flew towards him.”

“Must be interesting to see,” said Subaru as she munched on her last cookie. She looked out the window and sighed. “I hope Ginga is okay.”

Teana said nothing. It has been a tiring night and she felt like sleeping. Why did she even sign up for this blasted rescue op in the first place, she thought. Well, she asked for it so there was no turning back. The Mid-Childans might have lost their fighting force but with these Terrans, they might have a chance to win.

A lone figure sat in a darkened room, its vaguely masculine outline cast in a state of contemplative repose. Sporadically silhouetted by a glowing light at the end of the room, its rapidly scrolling figures and charts revealing it to be one of the TSAB’s standard issue in-office interface pads. It spoke naught, and moved little, save for the brief heaving of the chest as it breathed slowly, thinking, reflecting.

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Since I’ve been in this room…it almost feels as though it isn’t mine anymore. Running around the known administrated galaxy on the orders of others and whatnot, doing really crazy things that no one with any good sense would do, laughing and having a good time while I’m at it…And there’s always my obligatory report to whoever it was who asked for the services of someone they most likely don’t even know in the first place.

Lifting his head, he stared rather blankly into space.

This, though, is a novelty. I rarely get requests for light chats from those higher-ups for my reports. I usually offer to write the official dossier whether I led the mission or not, so in general the leader of the mission should get the honor of the meeting, and not me. I wonder how they got wind of my existence in the first place, actually…

[You’ll forgive me, master, but just how long do you plan to sit there and act like you have the weight of ten planets on your shoulders?]

The formal, but admittedly comely female voice of his system’s AI reminded him just in time to cease his impertinent mental revolt before it got out of hand, even if ‘she’ didn’t realize it. And turned his attention to the matter that had been the main issue, at least until he began to drift off into his own world of anti-construct sophistry.

“Well, if their data is anything to speak of, I did, my dear.”

The AI in question materialized herself right beside his desk, taking the lithe form of a young lady about half his height, dressed in the tight corset, long sleeves and graceful frills of the Victorian era, her long skirt flowing all the way to the ground in voluptuous folds, trailing a little behind her as she leaned forward to scold him for his apparent misdeeds.

[Well, I find it encouraging that you’re still very fond of me, and that you’ve have been on task while I’ve not been around to nag you and remind you every other day to do those things that keep you alive-]

“You’ve forgotten your manners.” He lifted an accusatory finger at the semi-corporeal female in front of him, stopping her short mid-sentence?

[I…did?] Some shock registered on the usually perfectly composed face of his personal Artificial Intelligence.

Absolutely perfect.

“Yes, you did. I haven’t heard you greet me in like fashion for years.”

[Ah…I-I’m sorry, master…] Gathering herself rapidly, she straightened up before giving as regal curtsy as any red-faced lass could give. […Charlotte D. Aulin, at your service. How might I abet you?]

“Heh. I wasn’t being one hundred percent serious when I asked you to give me a more appropriate greeting, but anyway…you could start abetting me by booting up my briefing interface. I’m expecting a couple of higher-ups to come and give me a quick rundown of what they think of my last assignment.”

[No problems here, Master. Consider it done.]

She turned to the screen behind her.

[Comms Interface, Activate. Set channel type to Secure, Channel “Tome”. Master, I detect a sum total of two peers on the same zone. We have company, and by their credentials…I’d say they’re just the right rank for you.]

The voice of the unknown figure sounded much gladdened by this. “Excellent.”

Now all we need to do is wait for those bigwigs to start our little chat.

He didn’t have long to wait, though.

“Operative Surgeon, are you present?”

He twiddled his thumbs for a moment, and tapped a button on his link to the secure communication ‘room’, causing his avatar, a pair of long scalpels engraved with a set of arcane runes on their gilded hilts set against the TSAB’s crest, to be joined by another pair. Each of them bore also the same crest as his, but also sported their rank designation below, unlike him.

And expectedly so, since full-blown admirals have less need for secrecy as compared to the real on-site agent. But Charlotte was right, judging from their rank I can’t crap around this time like I normally do.

Still, two admirals is one too many if my memory can be trusted to keep my ever-changing roster of bosses in mind…the other one’s probably an observer. Still, they both deserve my respect whether due to their rank or not, and therefore, I shall give them their dues.

“Admirals,” He stated with his well-honed flair for the semi-melodramatic, “here am I.”

The first avatar spoke first, the voice coming out sounding mechanically crisp, a synthesized tapestry of sound waves. “Special Operative 012, codename "Death's Surgeon"…we’ve read through your mission report. Flawless work, as always. We have no objections upon any point inside it, although I must say that your methods were as questionable as they were honestly put.” The “machine” vibes it gave him were somewhat unpleasant, much more than the laughable sting of being criticized, but he knew that his own voice would have sounded the same on the other end: detached, cold and robotic.

Ah, but to hell with the Golden Rule. So what if I’m the epitome of what I denounce?

“Nothing to it, sir.” Not as though he really cared for what others thought of his ways and means of completing missions. Booby traps, use of minor conventional albeit improvised arms and a certain level of deviousness, after all, saved one countless precious seconds on the job. And that’s not considering the fact that it allows one to keep one’s combat effectiveness with magic in optimal condition for a longer period of time, so of course I don’t give a damn if my methods are a little off-the-book. “But what, may I ask, might you want of me since there seems to be little or no error in my report?”

“Alright then, to the main point. I simply have something simple to ask about this comment of yours. ‘An unknown gunman was detected at 1905 hours’. I would then like to refer back to earlier reports of yours. Out of 4 prior reports on missions of a similar caliber, you have reported an unknown, as yet un-apprehended gunman 3 times. And in all three, this gunman played the role of a third-party sniper, it seems, attempting to take out units from both sides.”

“That’s correct.”

“Therefore, I have come to suspect that perhaps you have something else to say, some things that remained altogether unstated in your reports, about this gunman. And therefore, I would like to hear your views upon said subject.”

The Surgeon laughed and shook his head, getting and ignoring a rather peeved “didn’t-yo-mamma-teach-you-any-manners” look from his AI. “You refer to my random speculations, sir? I am afraid that it would be quite a little bit of time wasted for the two of you should I expound on those groundless hunches of mine.”

“Still, we’ve had some favorable word of the accuracy of your so-called ‘hunches’, so just go ahead.” the second voice spoke in a similarly distorted, but nonetheless not genderless tone. Its source was female, unless that too were a disguise. “We’d like to hear what you have to say.”

“Alright then. The reason why I featured the ‘gunman’ in my reports is because I would suspect that his role is not a third party, as could be suggested from his general course of action in combat, and also that the three gunmen featured are in fact the same person. However, as yet I have no solid proof upon this matter, nothing but logic jumps and speculation.

However, of note, as you said before, are the similar roles and the caliber of the mission. The three missions in which the gunman was featured are dangerously similar in type and in objectives, as you said.

I noticed, too, that in all the missions, while we were able to complete our mission objectives, I somehow feel that in those three especially, there was a feeling of ‘that’s not all there is to it’ to their endings, which I would attribute to the presence of the gunman. There was an undercurrent of activity in those missions that I fear due to our limitations in number and in time we could not discover, and since the only factor changed was the presence of that gunman, I say there is much more to him than we can currently see.

Also presently to show are the casualty lists. You’d think that if he were any old sniper, more of our people would be dead and screwed by now…” Pausing to marshal his thoughts, he slowly picked up a piece of paper and started to fold it. “But no, that doesn’t happen, and instead what we have is that the enemy suffers much greater losses than expected, and than what the troops we had on hand at the time could inflict even with a lot of effort.”

The first voice again. “Fascinating, I did not consider the casualty lists. Your conclusion?”

“My conclusion? He was probably there to silence whatever witnesses we might attempt to take in for happy-happy time. More to come, perhaps, should I get any more evidence to back my as-yet baseless statements. I will post it in my next report, proper evidence given, but don’t mind me for now.

Still, I’d like you to know, that if my speculations prove correct…”

Lifting his hand at the completed paper airplane, he tossed it into the air.

“…I believe that we will have no less than the workings of a veritably big op on our hands soon.”

He waited for his words to sink in, while entertaining himself with the strangely pleasing sight of the plane’s graceful flight, flitting in and out of the illumination of the light, before coming to an abrupt stop, blasted to ash by his slightly annoyed AI. [You are getting more and more informal by the moment, master. Please keep yourself under control.] In reply, he shot her a rather miffed, nonplussed look.

Surprisingly, it was the second voice who replied to his statements though. “Rather grand ideas, for something blown out of thin air.”

“Yes, ma’am, I enjoy drawing castles in the air whenever I am at liberty to do so.”

The admiral chuckled softly, betraying her amusement at his ability to return fire so easily. “Indeed, indeed. Still, rest assured that we will take what you have said with all due consideration. As a matter of fact I personally am looking forward to hearing from you on this issue…I think it is just about right, I guess, that you be allowed to have a nice break after this rather heavy slew of missions.

In short, we are hereby dispensing of all your responsibilities as a Special Operative. You will, however, keep the privileges of your former office, just so we can facilitate certain actions that you may have to undertake even when not bound by those duties.”

Not really. I enjoy my missions, although it’ll be a little variation at the very least.

He tried to sound cheerful, though.

“So I’ll be using my real name from here on out, as per normal?”

Her avatar glowed rather warmly, in keeping with the lighter subject matter in question. Her voice was, while less heard throughout the meeting, somewhat easier on the ears. “Yes, you may do so as of the time you leave this room. It’s probably a nice change from the one you’ve been using for this while, isn’t it?”

Well, it’s a hell of a nice change until you kind lot of high-hats decide to give me another novelty for a name.

“Indeed, ma’am. My real name never felt so foreign.” A sardonic scrunch of his lips brought his expression into something quite rare for him, an expression he hadn’t been at liberty to show for a longer time than anyone would have bothered to remember: a laugh. And laugh he did, for just a few moments, enough only to vent a moment’s amusement. “A name like ‘Death Surgeon’ was a rather fitting way to describe me, but nonetheless sorely unappreciated, I believe.”

“And before you leave, let me just advise you not to get too carried away with your short break…it won’t last long.”

Of course not. Since when did paid leave ever last long?

The young man in white known up till now only as the Surgeon grinned even as he sorted out the documents before him with the deftness only a seasoned slave of one’s paperwork would possess. Quite a lot of his break was about to be spent on clearing some of said things which various people would require, and when added to his more personal appointment, his break was as good as burned whether he liked it or not.

But still…I will have to give a more diplomatically suitable answer that will neither cut the bone too much nor make no impact at all. Otherwise stated, I’ll have to make a politically correct exit. That is the rule of public relations, no?

The lights in the room dimmed, and soon the room was pitch black again, just like before, the only source of visibility having died on its master’s command. Without turning to any alternative source for illumination, he walked over to the entrance to his room. Facing it, he gazed steadily at the door as a small beam of light from a hitherto unseen source played over his eyes.

The door slid open, flooding his rather austere working place with light. There was no sign of any fanciful decorations to it, not even any sign of having been modified in any sense, like a brand new room. However, in a rather remote, though now visible corner of the room, hung a pair of engraved daggers, their crystalline facets shining in the invading swaths of light.

It also enlightened him to the fact that he had an unexpected guest.

“Hello, old fruit. I see you’re back from your long term assignment…gonna have any fun this week?”

“Hello yourself. And anyway, long term assignments are the bane of paperwork, and thus my friends.”

Acous Verossa shook his head in mock dismay at his one-time partner and oft-distant friend’s, as put in their words, “dismal” attitude. “There you go again. What happened to us, and everyone else you talk to around here? The fellows in the mess, in the cafeteria, you mean you don’t enjoy talking to them?”

“Well, we mostly talk trash, so minus the danger factor, they’re more or less equivalent to the average person I take down every other mission I take…” The younger man did his best to sound less nonchalant than he had originally meant to. It didn’t work out very well.

Verossa just sighed this time. “Ahhh. Same old you, as always, Surgeon…I wonder why I never gave up on changing that habit of yours, of demeaning most of the things that others would logically find valuable.”

His eyes narrowed almost instinctively.

“Don’t call me that. I’m off assignment, and so I can now use my real name. Oh, Hallelujah.”

“You don’t sound glad, Su…” Taking a death gaze from his old friend with his usual healthy dose of savoir-faire, Verossa continued smoothly in spite of him. “…Ashcroft Ravenholm. You don’t sound glad at all at being freed from the oppressive weight of a false identity at all.”

The Investigator known as Ashcroft Raveholm rolled his eyes in mild disgust at the mere thought of being glad at a change of identity, the two crimson jewels set in the centre of them lolling rather joyfully around, reveling in his sarcasm. “What’s in a name? It makes no difference anyway. I’m still sardonic, shameless and irreverent, aka in top form, so it doesn’t matter what name I’m using.”

Shrugging, Acous decidedly brought the short, but nonetheless vitriolic exchange of caustic verbal juice to an end. With some more of it. “Glad to know that. Rather nice reunion the two of us had here, honestly, and more productive than it was nice…Anyway. You must excuse me, but I have matters to attend to right now, and I believe that without a doubt you have some too. So if you’ll excuse me-”

So you say you have lots of work?...

“-I’ll let you off the hook?” Ashcroft jerked his index finger towards his former boss, indicating his agreement as much as he did some form of condescending flourish at his opponent’s general retreat from the battlefield of words. “Of course, on account of common suffering, that is.”

…Oh, come on. Don’t we all? After all, that is where the lines of rank get blurred. We all get our fair share of bullshit, so deal with it, boss.

“Yeah right. Maybe one of these days I should wipe the floor with you in training, just for a bit of payback for all those times you…heck, nevermind. See you later, old fruit.” Perishing the wishful (though obviously satisfying) thought of receiving some sort of remuneration for the multiple thrashings he had received in earlier times, pitiful as it might have been in paling comparison to the crushing overall scoreboard, Acous successfully dismissed the rather awkward reunion with a wave of his hand.

As Verossa passed, Ashcroft brushed his left shoulder lightly, as though clearing off some trace debris off said part of his body.

“So I’ll see you around, then?”

“Definitely. Take care of yourself. Don’t get killed.”

The usual stuff.

“You too.” Stealing a rather furtive glance in Acous’ direction, the younger Investigator raised an rather pleased eyebrow at the dull specks of dust that had settled lightly on his old partner’s blazer. Turning to go, he tapped his left temple in what counted as a rather sheepish muse on his part.

Ah, me and my little random thoughts. I hope he wouldn’t mind if I dropped him some fairy dust, just for kicks…and for my entertainment in raining on his parade.

Before allowing the door to shut, he decided to give out some last orders first.

“Charlotte?”

[Yes, master?] The miniature female looked up, her arms akimbo.

“Get my old pupil for me. I heard she’s in town…”

[You…have an offer she cannot refuse, I believe?]

Ashcroft could only grin at that one.

“Stupid question. I always call people with offers that they cannot refuse, and this time is not an exception. Just call her. I’ll dictate the message, and you’ll send it. Consider this my first appointment of my little holiday.”

Charlotte D. Aulin paused for a moment, and a less-than-prudish smile crossed her lips for once, revealing a side of her more open to her master’s madcap antics.

hiya xena ^^ well that didn't take too long to read. i'm loving that AI X3 i hope to read more about the main character as i find his personality interesting. gunman!! who is this mysterious gunman and what is his role in this story!! @.@ must find out! i want to know what happens next DX. who might this student be? *o* (i'm hoping it's a character from MGLN lol) good luck on this fic ^^ and don't worry, the length is just right....for FFT.

Okay, I'm onboard for the ride. Nanoha's basically a girls-with-guns character anyway, just without needing the firearms. It's a logical extension. Now, just so I don't come off like a complete idiot, the supporting cast is from Triangle Heart, is that right? Or something else entirely?

(I can just see her hooking up Raising Heart to a LAW when she needs the equivalent of a Divine Buster...)

Yep, yep. Elise in paticular is an OVA-only character from Triangle Heart and Fiasse is a regular from the game. Also, if my plotbunny cooperates, Kuon might end up making it into the story after all without sacrificing Nanoha's limited magic potential.

Anyway, just wanted to tell you that I do not vote in the last chapter you posted because with so many "parts" and "decitions" it was rather confusing to me

BTW, I would like to see this fic attached totally to a romantic/ cute/ lovely fic, leaving apart the "Perverted" parts (I'm refering to the begining in part 8 )
Just a sugestion though XD, Keep going!

XD Their date was interactive on the chatroom. I would write and post then people would vote in the chatroom nd I would continue it. I'm making PS!V slightly interactive just for the fun of it ^^.

As for the "perverted" parts in PS!V, there will be no actual hentai or lemon scenes in it, but there will be parts showing Vivio doing her job ( such as when she was recording herself ). No detail or anything will be shown, but that's part of the fic just as much as Syn's jobs are.

Don't worry, though, this fic isn't about sex, it's about the two girls and how they fall in love/ deal with life.

XD Their date was interactive on the chatroom. I would write and post then people would vote in the chatroom nd I would continue it. I'm making PS!V slightly interactive just for the fun of it ^^.

As for the "perverted" parts in PS!V, there will be no actual hentai or lemon scenes in it, but there will be parts showing Vivio doing her job ( such as when she was recording herself ). No detail or anything will be shown, but that's part of the fic just as much as Syn's jobs are.

Don't worry, though, this fic isn't about sex, it's about the two girls and how they fall in love/ deal with life.

On that note though, I would like it if you actually did do another lemon piece on the two of them , if you are willing to do so of course. Despite lemons in general is one thing, sex, it's how the authors go about presenting the sex that make it fall into the various categories, ie: raunchy, romantic, platonic, etc. In your case, you usually make it tastefully romantic XD

So if you're willing, I'd like to see one between the two of them, if possible a few, providing on if they actually copulate their relationship partway through the story, instead of at the end, as it seems to be your thing.

Mind you I don't meant his perversely when I ask this. I personally think that you are one of the few rare writers out there who can actually write a well written piece of pornographic art (because let's face it, in the end it still is a form of it). And that's just it, you make it a piece of art, pornographic, but it is still an art :3 And that's what makes your lemon more enjoyable than the next guy, unless I am looking for something raunchy and blunt.

@Ghaz: A Vivio/Syn lemon? hmmm..... Okay, I'll do it in this story, when it's time to do it. A nice respectful,tastefully done lemon ^^

This PS!V is a little more mature. No hentai or lemons, but more so than my normal stuff. AKA Vivio at her job and speaking about it a little. Why I chose to put this in is because it shows how Vivio thinks about her job and her confusion about real emotion.

Spoiler for Pornstar!Vivio pt.11:

"And we're done!" The voice came up, pleased, at the short photo session. "Good job!"

Vivio smiled and called out her good jobs while someone brought her a robe to cover herself with. Once her body was hidden she made small talk with her friend that did the shoot with her. "That went really fast, I'll have time to get some food before meeting with Syn."

"Syn?" The man asked curiously, opening the door for Vivio to let her into the hallways of the building. "Who is that?"

"Oh, that girl I met when we all went to the bar a while back, remember? I took her drunk butt home and let her sleep on my couch and we became friends."

"So you're bringing her lunch?" he nudged her. "Sounds like you have a crush!"

"Oh please." Vivio nudged back and allowed him into her personal dressing room to get dressed. Disregarding her robe, she went to her small shower section and turned on the water while her friend simply started putting his clothes on. "We just met... a week ago? Maybe two?"

"How many dates?" He pondered.

"Three." Vivio started washing her hair with the soapy shampoo. "Are you not going to shower, Space?" She teased him by calling her friend by his stage name.

"The wife is waiting for me at home." He sat down to put on socks and then his shoes. "I promised I'd take her and the little ones to an amusement park once I got money for this shoot." A knock came on the door. "Speaking of, mind if I answer?"

"Go ahead." Vivio turned so her back was to the door and started finishing her rinse. She heard her friend get their paychecks and cut off the water once she was clean. "How much?"

"Two hundred for me, four for you." He handed the check over. "That's sexist."

"I'm a star," Vivio reminded him, sticking out her tongue. "Don't complain, a few of my fans would kill you if they heard you complain about getting paid to sex me up."

"Tell your fans they can have you, your ass is all bone. I'm going to have a bruise."

"Hey!" Vivio swatted at him. "My butt is cute!" She looked back at it while pulling up her underwear. "I'm so going to post that on my webpage, get you some hate mail.

"Meanie." He pet the girl on the head playfully. "So, this girl...?"

Vivio felt her cheeks color slightly while pulling on her jeans. "I... kind of like her..."

"Kind of?"

"Well..." She sighed. "I'm not sure... I mean... I've never dated anyone before... but her hand is really warm..."

"Vivio," He spoke her real name and put his hands on her shoulders to get the girl to look at him. "Love is really complicated, and our profession makes it even more so. I know that it's empty out there in front of the cameras, but a real relationship is full of emotions... If you ever feel confused or lost, come talk to me okay? I've been through it all before I got married."

"...Thanks." She gave the man a hug and squeezed him. "I may have to take you up on that."

"I hope not," He teased her again, ruffling her hair. "Now go get this girlfriend of yours some food."

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Yet"

Vivio rocked on her heels and looked away. "...Yet. Maybe. MAYBE! Don't laugh!" She threw her shoe at him.

@Spacebrotha: A Vivio/Syn lemon? hmmm..... Okay, I'll do it in this story, when it's time to do it. A nice respectful,tastefully done lemon ^^

This PS!V is a little more mature. No hentai or lemons, but more so than my normal stuff. AKA Vivio at her job and speaking about it a little. Why I chose to put this in is because it shows how Vivio thinks about her job and her confusion about real emotion.

Spoiler for Pornstar!Vivio pt.11:

"And we're done!" The voice came up, pleased, at the short photo session. "Good job!"

Vivio smiled and called out her good jobs while someone brought her a robe to cover herself with. Once her body was hidden she made small talk with her friend that did the shoot with her. "That went really fast, I'll have time to get some food before meeting with Syn."

"Syn?" The man asked curiously, opening the door for Vivio to let her into the hallways of the building. "Who is that?"

"Oh, that girl I met when we all went to the bar a while back, remember? I took her drunk butt home and let her sleep on my couch and we became friends."

"So you're bringing her lunch?" he nudged her. "Sounds like you have a crush!"

"Oh please." Vivio nudged back and allowed him into her personal dressing room to get dressed. Disregarding her robe, she went to her small shower section and turned on the water while her friend simply started putting his clothes on. "We just met... a week ago? Maybe two?"

"How many dates?" He pondered.

"Three." Vivio started washing her hair with the soapy shampoo. "Are you not going to shower, Space?" She teased him by calling her friend by his stage name.

"The wife is waiting for me at home." He sat down to put on socks and then his shoes. "I promised I'd take her and the little ones to an amusement park once I got money for this shoot." A knock came on the door. "Speaking of, mind if I answer?"

"Go ahead." Vivio turned so her back was to the door and started finishing her rinse. She heard her friend get their paychecks and cut off the water once she was clean. "How much?"

"Two hundred for me, four for you." He handed the check over. "That's sexist."

"I'm a star," Vivio reminded him, sticking out her tongue. "Don't complain, a few of my fans would kill you if they heard you complain about getting paid to sex me up."

"Tell your fans they can have you, your ass is all bone. I'm going to have a bruise."

"Hey!" Vivio swatted at him. "My butt is cute!" She looked back at it while pulling up her underwear. "I'm so going to post that on my webpage, get you some hate mail.

"Meanie." He pet the girl on the head playfully. "So, this girl...?"

Vivio felt her cheeks color slightly while pulling on her jeans. "I... kind of like her..."

"Kind of?"

"Well..." She sighed. "I'm not sure... I mean... I've never dated anyone before... but her hand is really warm..."

"Vivio," He spoke her real name and put his hands on her shoulders to get the girl to look at him. "Love is really complicated, and our profession makes it even more so. I know that it's empty out there in front of the cameras, but a real relationship is full of emotions... If you ever feel confused or lost, come talk to me okay? I've been through it all before I got married."

"...Thanks." She gave the man a hug and squeezed him. "I may have to take you up on that."

"I hope not," He teased her again, ruffling her hair. "Now go get this girlfriend of yours some food."

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Yet"

Vivio rocked on her heels and looked away. "...Yet. Maybe. MAYBE! Don't laugh!" She threw her shoe at him.

@Spacebrotha: A Vivio/Syn lemon? hmmm..... Okay, I'll do it in this story, when it's time to do it. A nice respectful,tastefully done lemon ^^

This PS!V is a little more mature. No hentai or lemons, but more so than my normal stuff. AKA Vivio at her job and speaking about it a little. Why I chose to put this in is because it shows how Vivio thinks about her job and her confusion about real emotion.

Spoiler for Pornstar!Vivio pt.11:

"And we're done!" The voice came up, pleased, at the short photo session. "Good job!"

Vivio smiled and called out her good jobs while someone brought her a robe to cover herself with. Once her body was hidden she made small talk with her friend that did the shoot with her. "That went really fast, I'll have time to get some food before meeting with Syn."

"Syn?" The man asked curiously, opening the door for Vivio to let her into the hallways of the building. "Who is that?"

"Oh, that girl I met when we all went to the bar a while back, remember? I took her drunk butt home and let her sleep on my couch and we became friends."

"So you're bringing her lunch?" he nudged her. "Sounds like you have a crush!"

"Oh please." Vivio nudged back and allowed him into her personal dressing room to get dressed. Disregarding her robe, she went to her small shower section and turned on the water while her friend simply started putting his clothes on. "We just met... a week ago? Maybe two?"

"How many dates?" He pondered.

"Three." Vivio started washing her hair with the soapy shampoo. "Are you not going to shower, Space?" She teased him by calling her friend by his stage name.

"The wife is waiting for me at home." He sat down to put on socks and then his shoes. "I promised I'd take her and the little ones to an amusement park once I got money for this shoot." A knock came on the door. "Speaking of, mind if I answer?"

"Go ahead." Vivio turned so her back was to the door and started finishing her rinse. She heard her friend get their paychecks and cut off the water once she was clean. "How much?"

"Two hundred for me, four for you." He handed the check over. "That's sexist."

"I'm a star," Vivio reminded him, sticking out her tongue. "Don't complain, a few of my fans would kill you if they heard you complain about getting paid to sex me up."

"Tell your fans they can have you, your ass is all bone. I'm going to have a bruise."

"Hey!" Vivio swatted at him. "My butt is cute!" She looked back at it while pulling up her underwear. "I'm so going to post that on my webpage, get you some hate mail.

"Meanie." He pet the girl on the head playfully. "So, this girl...?"

Vivio felt her cheeks color slightly while pulling on her jeans. "I... kind of like her..."

"Kind of?"

"Well..." She sighed. "I'm not sure... I mean... I've never dated anyone before... but her hand is really warm..."

"Vivio," He spoke her real name and put his hands on her shoulders to get the girl to look at him. "Love is really complicated, and our profession makes it even more so. I know that it's empty out there in front of the cameras, but a real relationship is full of emotions... If you ever feel confused or lost, come talk to me okay? I've been through it all before I got married."

"...Thanks." She gave the man a hug and squeezed him. "I may have to take you up on that."

"I hope not," He teased her again, ruffling her hair. "Now go get this girlfriend of yours some food."

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Yet"

Vivio rocked on her heels and looked away. "...Yet. Maybe. MAYBE! Don't laugh!" She threw her shoe at him.

@Spacebrotha: A Vivio/Syn lemon? hmmm..... Okay, I'll do it in this story, when it's time to do it. A nice respectful,tastefully done lemon ^^

This PS!V is a little more mature. No hentai or lemons, but more so than my normal stuff. AKA Vivio at her job and speaking about it a little. Why I chose to put this in is because it shows how Vivio thinks about her job and her confusion about real emotion.

Spoiler for Pornstar!Vivio pt.11:

"And we're done!" The voice came up, pleased, at the short photo session. "Good job!"

Vivio smiled and called out her good jobs while someone brought her a robe to cover herself with. Once her body was hidden she made small talk with her friend that did the shoot with her. "That went really fast, I'll have time to get some food before meeting with Syn."

"Syn?" The man asked curiously, opening the door for Vivio to let her into the hallways of the building. "Who is that?"

"Oh, that girl I met when we all went to the bar a while back, remember? I took her drunk butt home and let her sleep on my couch and we became friends."

"So you're bringing her lunch?" he nudged her. "Sounds like you have a crush!"

"Oh please." Vivio nudged back and allowed him into her personal dressing room to get dressed. Disregarding her robe, she went to her small shower section and turned on the water while her friend simply started putting his clothes on. "We just met... a week ago? Maybe two?"

"How many dates?" He pondered.

"Three." Vivio started washing her hair with the soapy shampoo. "Are you not going to shower, Space?" She teased him by calling her friend by his stage name.

"The wife is waiting for me at home." He sat down to put on socks and then his shoes. "I promised I'd take her and the little ones to an amusement park once I got money for this shoot." A knock came on the door. "Speaking of, mind if I answer?"

"Go ahead." Vivio turned so her back was to the door and started finishing her rinse. She heard her friend get their paychecks and cut off the water once she was clean. "How much?"

"Two hundred for me, four for you." He handed the check over. "That's sexist."

"I'm a star," Vivio reminded him, sticking out her tongue. "Don't complain, a few of my fans would kill you if they heard you complain about getting paid to sex me up."

"Tell your fans they can have you, your ass is all bone. I'm going to have a bruise."

"Hey!" Vivio swatted at him. "My butt is cute!" She looked back at it while pulling up her underwear. "I'm so going to post that on my webpage, get you some hate mail.

"Meanie." He pet the girl on the head playfully. "So, this girl...?"

Vivio felt her cheeks color slightly while pulling on her jeans. "I... kind of like her..."

"Kind of?"

"Well..." She sighed. "I'm not sure... I mean... I've never dated anyone before... but her hand is really warm..."

"Vivio," He spoke her real name and put his hands on her shoulders to get the girl to look at him. "Love is really complicated, and our profession makes it even more so. I know that it's empty out there in front of the cameras, but a real relationship is full of emotions... If you ever feel confused or lost, come talk to me okay? I've been through it all before I got married."

"...Thanks." She gave the man a hug and squeezed him. "I may have to take you up on that."

"I hope not," He teased her again, ruffling her hair. "Now go get this girlfriend of yours some food."

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Yet"

Vivio rocked on her heels and looked away. "...Yet. Maybe. MAYBE! Don't laugh!" She threw her shoe at him.

@Spacebrotha: A Vivio/Syn lemon? hmmm..... Okay, I'll do it in this story, when it's time to do it. A nice respectful,tastefully done lemon ^^

This PS!V is a little more mature. No hentai or lemons, but more so than my normal stuff. AKA Vivio at her job and speaking about it a little. Why I chose to put this in is because it shows how Vivio thinks about her job and her confusion about real emotion.

Spoiler for Pornstar!Vivio pt.11:

"And we're done!" The voice came up, pleased, at the short photo session. "Good job!"

Vivio smiled and called out her good jobs while someone brought her a robe to cover herself with. Once her body was hidden she made small talk with her friend that did the shoot with her. "That went really fast, I'll have time to get some food before meeting with Syn."

"Syn?" The man asked curiously, opening the door for Vivio to let her into the hallways of the building. "Who is that?"

"Oh, that girl I met when we all went to the bar a while back, remember? I took her drunk butt home and let her sleep on my couch and we became friends."

"So you're bringing her lunch?" he nudged her. "Sounds like you have a crush!"

"Oh please." Vivio nudged back and allowed him into her personal dressing room to get dressed. Disregarding her robe, she went to her small shower section and turned on the water while her friend simply started putting his clothes on. "We just met... a week ago? Maybe two?"

"How many dates?" He pondered.

"Three." Vivio started washing her hair with the soapy shampoo. "Are you not going to shower, Space?" She teased him by calling her friend by his stage name.

"The wife is waiting for me at home." He sat down to put on socks and then his shoes. "I promised I'd take her and the little ones to an amusement park once I got money for this shoot." A knock came on the door. "Speaking of, mind if I answer?"

"Go ahead." Vivio turned so her back was to the door and started finishing her rinse. She heard her friend get their paychecks and cut off the water once she was clean. "How much?"

"Two hundred for me, four for you." He handed the check over. "That's sexist."

"I'm a star," Vivio reminded him, sticking out her tongue. "Don't complain, a few of my fans would kill you if they heard you complain about getting paid to sex me up."

"Tell your fans they can have you, your ass is all bone. I'm going to have a bruise."

"Hey!" Vivio swatted at him. "My butt is cute!" She looked back at it while pulling up her underwear. "I'm so going to post that on my webpage, get you some hate mail.

"Meanie." He pet the girl on the head playfully. "So, this girl...?"

Vivio felt her cheeks color slightly while pulling on her jeans. "I... kind of like her..."

"Kind of?"

"Well..." She sighed. "I'm not sure... I mean... I've never dated anyone before... but her hand is really warm..."

"Vivio," He spoke her real name and put his hands on her shoulders to get the girl to look at him. "Love is really complicated, and our profession makes it even more so. I know that it's empty out there in front of the cameras, but a real relationship is full of emotions... If you ever feel confused or lost, come talk to me okay? I've been through it all before I got married."

"...Thanks." She gave the man a hug and squeezed him. "I may have to take you up on that."

"I hope not," He teased her again, ruffling her hair. "Now go get this girlfriend of yours some food."

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Yet"

Vivio rocked on her heels and looked away. "...Yet. Maybe. MAYBE! Don't laugh!" She threw her shoe at him.

Johannes, Nanoha, Teana and a few soldiers entered the bunker and waited for the mutants. Motion tracker showed thousands of mutants heading towards them from all directions. Johannes had a determined and calm look. “Okay, this is classical mutant attack formation. They love to swamp all around us and keep us off balance. Happened on Earth all the time,” said Johannes. “How do we counter it?” asked Teana.

“Simple. I’ve sent a squadron of fighter jets to drop bombs on their heads. Hopefully, that’ll be enough to reduce their numbers to at least…no more than 100.”

The roads of Cranagan acted as makeshift runways for the Terran fighter planes. They took off on Johannes’s command and flew around the city. “This is Aquila Squadron on patrol. Scout perimeter is 30 km radius. Colonel, we’re ready,” the lead pilot reported. “Aquila One, you’re clear to release the fire bombs on targets. You are to reduce their numbers to 100 if possible,” answered Johannes. “Aquila One here, I acknowledge. Breaking formation now,” Aquila One answered back. The jets broke formation and scouted the city for mutants. Few of them spotted mutants and they dropped bombs on them. The fire bombs blew up into raging firestorms that lit up that section of the city, and the fires burned the mutants to ashes. The explosions were so loud that Johannes heard them from his position.

“Wow, that’s loud,” Nanoha quipped. Johannes said nothing but nodded his head instead. Vita…or the mutant that was once Vita spotted a jet flew by her horde of mutants. Vita’s conscious still controlled her thoughts but her actions were controlled by the virus. It was doing everything against her will. She could here herself speak but not the words she had in mind. “Those Terrans have those blasted F/22 Raptors on patrol. You guys go get anything to shoot down that flying metal junk,” mutant Vita growled. The other mutants nodded and spread out to search for any anti-aircraft weapons.

One of them returned with a missile launcher, aimed at one of the Raptors and fired. In the Raptor cockpit, alarms sounded as the missile locked on to it. “This is Aquila 5; I have a missile on my tail! The mutants have anti-air weapons!” the pilot said panicky. He tried to shake the missile of but it just trailed him. Before the missile hit, the pilot ejected and his plane exploded into bits as the missile found its mark. “Aquila 5 went down. Colonel, those mutants have missile launchers. I’m requesting that you send snipers to deal with those missile-wielding trigger happys,” Aquila One said. It so happened that Vice was in that area. He was hiding in a building for a few hours already, killing mutants.

His attempts to contact TSAB HQ failed so far but when he intercepted Aquila One’s message, he took his sniper rifle and aimed at a mutant that wielded a long tube. He squeezed the trigger and shot the mutant in the head. “Bull’s eye,” he said quietly. The other mutants fell as unknown shots filled the air. One of the mutants grabbed the fallen launcher and escaped. Vice looked around and saw other snipers hiding in buildings. They wore dark armor that blend with the darkness of the night. “This is odd, Mid-Childan snipers don’t wear like that,” said Vice. Determined to look for answers, he packed up his equipments and left the building he was in.

At the water distribution facility, Signum tended to the hurt, though she was bad at doing that. Shamal said she was on the way but it has been two hours and she hadn’t arrived yet.

“Where is that Shamal? I thought she was supposed to be here by now,” Signum said impatiently. “She’ll come, Signum. She wouldn’t abandon us like that,” Hayate said.

“I know she won’t but it has been two hours since I last contacted her.”

“Be patient. Even if she does not come, someone will.”

Then, a squad of black-armored men came into the facility with flashlights switched on. They searched around and found Signum and the rest. “We found them as requested, Colonel Johannes,” one of them said through a COM. Signum brandished her sword and stood ready. “Who are you people?” she asked cautiously.

“We are here to rescue you under the request of one Nanoha Takamachi. Are you guys hurt? Do you need medical aid?”

“I don’t need any but my friends do, especially that purple-haired girl,” said Signum while pointing at Subaru. Her body was bruised and she was unconscious. One of the men went up to Subaru and checked her pulse. Steady…low but steady. The man took out some medical supplies and patched up Subaru. “She looks clean. What about the rest?” he asked his team. “Sir, this pink-haired one had been infected before but the virus in her body is inactive. An attempt to posses her has failed! This is extraordinary! She might be the cure to our woes!” one of them exclaimed in delight. Signum looked clueless.

“Really? Well then, let the science team examine her when we get back. Each of you grab one guy. Let’s get them back to the city,” the lead said. Signum helped carry Hayate while the others carried Chrono, Subaru and Fate. “Sir, this yellow-haired girl has nice boobs,” one of them said. The lead smacked his head. “Why do you care? Don’t be a pervert or I’ll shoot you. Now move before any mutants check back here.” As his men left, the lead checked into the water tank and a tentacle grabbed him. He took out a steel sword, chopped the tentacle grabbing him, and ran. “What the?! I better tell Johannes about this.”

Mutant Vita stood on top of a building that overlooked Johannes’s position. The mutant did not know how to use Graf Eisen so it aimed the missile launcher at the bunker. Vita tried to fight back but she felt that she could not do anything. “Now you die, Johannes,” the mutant said with an evil smile. The missile discharged from the tube and flew towards the bunker.

“Colonel, incoming missile!” Nanoha warned as she spotted the missile. Johannes just stood there coolly. “Colonel, the missile!” Nanoha warned again. Johannes just smiled, snapped up his assault rifle and fired a single shot. The bullet impacted the missile in the head and detonated it. Nanoha and the others were amazed by his marksmanship. “Wow, that was head on!” crowed Teana. “That was just a lucky shot. I never expected it to hit,” Johannes said. Everyone had a “sweat” expression. “Lucky or not, that mutant will pay! Starlight Buster!” yelled Nanoha.

The shot flew towards mutant Vita but she already escaped. As the bomb raids from the Raptors continued, only a few mutants reached Johannes’s position. They were quickly shot dead under combined fire from the two mages and the Terrans. The other mutants retreated as the sun rose. The jets returned to ground at exactly 7 a.m. The sniper scouts returned as well along with the detachment unit. The last to arrive was Vice who was welcomed warmly by Johannes. He assessed the situation. “Okay, it seems like things went well. Aside from the downed pilot who was killed by mutants and some dead sniper scouts, we all did well. The mutants will most likely hide somewhere dark so we’ll be safe for now. I heard a statement from one of my soldiers stating that this Signum resisted the Alpha Strain virus. She has agreed to give blood samples provided we get the rest holed up at their HQ. I want volunteers to come with me on this next rescue mission.”

Hands rose but Johannes only selected a few. “Nanoha, Teana, Signum, Lopez and Hayate. You all will be coming with me. Pick some soldiers to form your team. We will leave in 2 hours. Everyone get some R&R.”

Teana and Subaru sat at the coffee table, munching down on some biscuits. “So, I guess the traffic jam saved your life.” Subaru said in a tired voice. Teana shook her head. “Nah, it also almost cost me my life.”

“This Colonel Johannes Delecroix…is he a good fighter like everyone said?”

“Quite. He is pretty cool as well. You should see how he reacted when a missile flew towards him.”

“Must be interesting to see,” said Subaru as she munched on her last cookie. She looked out the window and sighed. “I hope Ginga is okay.”

Teana said nothing. It has been a tiring night and she felt like sleeping. Why did she even sign up for this blasted rescue op in the first place, she thought. Well, she asked for it so there was no turning back. The Mid-Childans might have lost their fighting force but with these Terrans, they might have a chance to win.

Perhaps.

Here is Chapter 8. Feel free to comment.

Wow Johannes is pretty cool. Though I worry about Vita. She almost got SLBed! D: Well it looks like they are getting hints to the cure, but I wonder why she wasn't affected?

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Originally Posted by XenahortCharybdis

Ahem.

Here goes nothing.

Re-post (not really, actually) of first attempt at fanfic, GO!

Xena

The ZENITH Project~Act One, Scene One~

Spoiler for actual text:

A lone figure sat in a darkened room, its vaguely masculine outline cast in a state of contemplative repose. Sporadically silhouetted by a glowing light at the end of the room, its rapidly scrolling figures and charts revealing it to be one of the TSAB’s standard issue in-office interface pads. It spoke naught, and moved little, save for the brief heaving of the chest as it breathed slowly, thinking, reflecting.

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Since I’ve been in this room…it almost feels as though it isn’t mine anymore. Running around the known administrated galaxy on the orders of others and whatnot, doing really crazy things that no one with any good sense would do, laughing and having a good time while I’m at it…And there’s always my obligatory report to whoever it was who asked for the services of someone they most likely don’t even know in the first place.

Lifting his head, he stared rather blankly into space.

This, though, is a novelty. I rarely get requests for light chats from those higher-ups for my reports. I usually offer to write the official dossier whether I led the mission or not, so in general the leader of the mission should get the honor of the meeting, and not me. I wonder how they got wind of my existence in the first place, actually…

[You’ll forgive me, master, but just how long do you plan to sit there and act like you have the weight of ten planets on your shoulders?]

The formal, but admittedly comely female voice of his system’s AI reminded him just in time to cease his impertinent mental revolt before it got out of hand, even if ‘she’ didn’t realize it. And turned his attention to the matter that had been the main issue, at least until he began to drift off into his own world of anti-construct sophistry.

“Well, if their data is anything to speak of, I did, my dear.”

The AI in question materialized herself right beside his desk, taking the lithe form of a young lady about half his height, dressed in the tight corset, long sleeves and graceful frills of the Victorian era, her long skirt flowing all the way to the ground in voluptuous folds, trailing a little behind her as she leaned forward to scold him for his apparent misdeeds.

[Well, I find it encouraging that you’re still very fond of me, and that you’ve have been on task while I’ve not been around to nag you and remind you every other day to do those things that keep you alive-]

“You’ve forgotten your manners.” He lifted an accusatory finger at the semi-corporeal female in front of him, stopping her short mid-sentence?

[I…did?] Some shock registered on the usually perfectly composed face of his personal Artificial Intelligence.

Absolutely perfect.

“Yes, you did. I haven’t heard you greet me in like fashion for years.”

[Ah…I-I’m sorry, master…] Gathering herself rapidly, she straightened up before giving as regal curtsy as any red-faced lass could give. […Charlotte D. Aulin, at your service. How might I abet you?]

“Heh. I wasn’t being one hundred percent serious when I asked you to give me a more appropriate greeting, but anyway…you could start abetting me by booting up my briefing interface. I’m expecting a couple of higher-ups to come and give me a quick rundown of what they think of my last assignment.”

[No problems here, Master. Consider it done.]

She turned to the screen behind her.

[Comms Interface, Activate. Set channel type to Secure, Channel “Tome”. Master, I detect a sum total of two peers on the same zone. We have company, and by their credentials…I’d say they’re just the right rank for you.]

The voice of the unknown figure sounded much gladdened by this. “Excellent.”

Now all we need to do is wait for those bigwigs to start our little chat.

He didn’t have long to wait, though.

“Operative Surgeon, are you present?”

He twiddled his thumbs for a moment, and tapped a button on his link to the secure communication ‘room’, causing his avatar, a pair of long scalpels engraved with a set of arcane runes on their gilded hilts set against the TSAB’s crest, to be joined by another pair. Each of them bore also the same crest as his, but also sported their rank designation below, unlike him.

And expectedly so, since full-blown admirals have less need for secrecy as compared to the real on-site agent. But Charlotte was right, judging from their rank I can’t crap around this time like I normally do.

Still, two admirals is one too many if my memory can be trusted to keep my ever-changing roster of bosses in mind…the other one’s probably an observer. Still, they both deserve my respect whether due to their rank or not, and therefore, I shall give them their dues.

“Admirals,” He stated with his well-honed flair for the semi-melodramatic, “here am I.”

The first avatar spoke first, the voice coming out sounding mechanically crisp, a synthesized tapestry of sound waves. “Special Operative 012, codename "Death's Surgeon"…we’ve read through your mission report. Flawless work, as always. We have no objections upon any point inside it, although I must say that your methods were as questionable as they were honestly put.” The “machine” vibes it gave him were somewhat unpleasant, much more than the laughable sting of being criticized, but he knew that his own voice would have sounded the same on the other end: detached, cold and robotic.

Ah, but to hell with the Golden Rule. So what if I’m the epitome of what I denounce?

“Nothing to it, sir.” Not as though he really cared for what others thought of his ways and means of completing missions. Booby traps, use of minor conventional albeit improvised arms and a certain level of deviousness, after all, saved one countless precious seconds on the job. And that’s not considering the fact that it allows one to keep one’s combat effectiveness with magic in optimal condition for a longer period of time, so of course I don’t give a damn if my methods are a little off-the-book. “But what, may I ask, might you want of me since there seems to be little or no error in my report?”

“Alright then, to the main point. I simply have something simple to ask about this comment of yours. ‘An unknown gunman was detected at 1905 hours’. I would then like to refer back to earlier reports of yours. Out of 4 prior reports on missions of a similar caliber, you have reported an unknown, as yet un-apprehended gunman 3 times. And in all three, this gunman played the role of a third-party sniper, it seems, attempting to take out units from both sides.”

“That’s correct.”

“Therefore, I have come to suspect that perhaps you have something else to say, some things that remained altogether unstated in your reports, about this gunman. And therefore, I would like to hear your views upon said subject.”

The Surgeon laughed and shook his head, getting and ignoring a rather peeved “didn’t-yo-mamma-teach-you-any-manners” look from his AI. “You refer to my random speculations, sir? I am afraid that it would be quite a little bit of time wasted for the two of you should I expound on those groundless hunches of mine.”

“Still, we’ve had some favorable word of the accuracy of your so-called ‘hunches’, so just go ahead.” the second voice spoke in a similarly distorted, but nonetheless not genderless tone. Its source was female, unless that too were a disguise. “We’d like to hear what you have to say.”

“Alright then. The reason why I featured the ‘gunman’ in my reports is because I would suspect that his role is not a third party, as could be suggested from his general course of action in combat, and also that the three gunmen featured are in fact the same person. However, as yet I have no solid proof upon this matter, nothing but logic jumps and speculation.

However, of note, as you said before, are the similar roles and the caliber of the mission. The three missions in which the gunman was featured are dangerously similar in type and in objectives, as you said.

I noticed, too, that in all the missions, while we were able to complete our mission objectives, I somehow feel that in those three especially, there was a feeling of ‘that’s not all there is to it’ to their endings, which I would attribute to the presence of the gunman. There was an undercurrent of activity in those missions that I fear due to our limitations in number and in time we could not discover, and since the only factor changed was the presence of that gunman, I say there is much more to him than we can currently see.

Also presently to show are the casualty lists. You’d think that if he were any old sniper, more of our people would be dead and screwed by now…” Pausing to marshal his thoughts, he slowly picked up a piece of paper and started to fold it. “But no, that doesn’t happen, and instead what we have is that the enemy suffers much greater losses than expected, and than what the troops we had on hand at the time could inflict even with a lot of effort.”

The first voice again. “Fascinating, I did not consider the casualty lists. Your conclusion?”

“My conclusion? He was probably there to silence whatever witnesses we might attempt to take in for happy-happy time. More to come, perhaps, should I get any more evidence to back my as-yet baseless statements. I will post it in my next report, proper evidence given, but don’t mind me for now.

Still, I’d like you to know, that if my speculations prove correct…”

Lifting his hand at the completed paper airplane, he tossed it into the air.

“…I believe that we will have no less than the workings of a veritably big op on our hands soon.”

He waited for his words to sink in, while entertaining himself with the strangely pleasing sight of the plane’s graceful flight, flitting in and out of the illumination of the light, before coming to an abrupt stop, blasted to ash by his slightly annoyed AI. [You are getting more and more informal by the moment, master. Please keep yourself under control.] In reply, he shot her a rather miffed, nonplussed look.

Surprisingly, it was the second voice who replied to his statements though. “Rather grand ideas, for something blown out of thin air.”

“Yes, ma’am, I enjoy drawing castles in the air whenever I am at liberty to do so.”

The admiral chuckled softly, betraying her amusement at his ability to return fire so easily. “Indeed, indeed. Still, rest assured that we will take what you have said with all due consideration. As a matter of fact I personally am looking forward to hearing from you on this issue…I think it is just about right, I guess, that you be allowed to have a nice break after this rather heavy slew of missions.

In short, we are hereby dispensing of all your responsibilities as a Special Operative. You will, however, keep the privileges of your former office, just so we can facilitate certain actions that you may have to undertake even when not bound by those duties.”

Not really. I enjoy my missions, although it’ll be a little variation at the very least.

He tried to sound cheerful, though.

“So I’ll be using my real name from here on out, as per normal?”

Her avatar glowed rather warmly, in keeping with the lighter subject matter in question. Her voice was, while less heard throughout the meeting, somewhat easier on the ears. “Yes, you may do so as of the time you leave this room. It’s probably a nice change from the one you’ve been using for this while, isn’t it?”

Well, it’s a hell of a nice change until you kind lot of high-hats decide to give me another novelty for a name.

“Indeed, ma’am. My real name never felt so foreign.” A sardonic scrunch of his lips brought his expression into something quite rare for him, an expression he hadn’t been at liberty to show for a longer time than anyone would have bothered to remember: a laugh. And laugh he did, for just a few moments, enough only to vent a moment’s amusement. “A name like ‘Death Surgeon’ was a rather fitting way to describe me, but nonetheless sorely unappreciated, I believe.”

“And before you leave, let me just advise you not to get too carried away with your short break…it won’t last long.”

Of course not. Since when did paid leave ever last long?

The young man in white known up till now only as the Surgeon grinned even as he sorted out the documents before him with the deftness only a seasoned slave of one’s paperwork would possess. Quite a lot of his break was about to be spent on clearing some of said things which various people would require, and when added to his more personal appointment, his break was as good as burned whether he liked it or not.

But still…I will have to give a more diplomatically suitable answer that will neither cut the bone too much nor make no impact at all. Otherwise stated, I’ll have to make a politically correct exit. That is the rule of public relations, no?

The lights in the room dimmed, and soon the room was pitch black again, just like before, the only source of visibility having died on its master’s command. Without turning to any alternative source for illumination, he walked over to the entrance to his room. Facing it, he gazed steadily at the door as a small beam of light from a hitherto unseen source played over his eyes.

The door slid open, flooding his rather austere working place with light. There was no sign of any fanciful decorations to it, not even any sign of having been modified in any sense, like a brand new room. However, in a rather remote, though now visible corner of the room, hung a pair of engraved daggers, their crystalline facets shining in the invading swaths of light.

It also enlightened him to the fact that he had an unexpected guest.

“Hello, old fruit. I see you’re back from your long term assignment…gonna have any fun this week?”

“Hello yourself. And anyway, long term assignments are the bane of paperwork, and thus my friends.”

Acous Verossa shook his head in mock dismay at his one-time partner and oft-distant friend’s, as put in their words, “dismal” attitude. “There you go again. What happened to us, and everyone else you talk to around here? The fellows in the mess, in the cafeteria, you mean you don’t enjoy talking to them?”

“Well, we mostly talk trash, so minus the danger factor, they’re more or less equivalent to the average person I take down every other mission I take…” The younger man did his best to sound less nonchalant than he had originally meant to. It didn’t work out very well.

Verossa just sighed this time. “Ahhh. Same old you, as always, Surgeon…I wonder why I never gave up on changing that habit of yours, of demeaning most of the things that others would logically find valuable.”

His eyes narrowed almost instinctively.

“Don’t call me that. I’m off assignment, and so I can now use my real name. Oh, Hallelujah.”

“You don’t sound glad, Su…” Taking a death gaze from his old friend with his usual healthy dose of savoir-faire, Verossa continued smoothly in spite of him. “…Ashcroft Ravenholm. You don’t sound glad at all at being freed from the oppressive weight of a false identity at all.”

The Investigator known as Ashcroft Raveholm rolled his eyes in mild disgust at the mere thought of being glad at a change of identity, the two crimson jewels set in the centre of them lolling rather joyfully around, reveling in his sarcasm. “What’s in a name? It makes no difference anyway. I’m still sardonic, shameless and irreverent, aka in top form, so it doesn’t matter what name I’m using.”

Shrugging, Acous decidedly brought the short, but nonetheless vitriolic exchange of caustic verbal juice to an end. With some more of it. “Glad to know that. Rather nice reunion the two of us had here, honestly, and more productive than it was nice…Anyway. You must excuse me, but I have matters to attend to right now, and I believe that without a doubt you have some too. So if you’ll excuse me-”

So you say you have lots of work?...

“-I’ll let you off the hook?” Ashcroft jerked his index finger towards his former boss, indicating his agreement as much as he did some form of condescending flourish at his opponent’s general retreat from the battlefield of words. “Of course, on account of common suffering, that is.”

…Oh, come on. Don’t we all? After all, that is where the lines of rank get blurred. We all get our fair share of bullshit, so deal with it, boss.

“Yeah right. Maybe one of these days I should wipe the floor with you in training, just for a bit of payback for all those times you…heck, nevermind. See you later, old fruit.” Perishing the wishful (though obviously satisfying) thought of receiving some sort of remuneration for the multiple thrashings he had received in earlier times, pitiful as it might have been in paling comparison to the crushing overall scoreboard, Acous successfully dismissed the rather awkward reunion with a wave of his hand.

As Verossa passed, Ashcroft brushed his left shoulder lightly, as though clearing off some trace debris off said part of his body.

“So I’ll see you around, then?”

“Definitely. Take care of yourself. Don’t get killed.”

The usual stuff.

“You too.” Stealing a rather furtive glance in Acous’ direction, the younger Investigator raised an rather pleased eyebrow at the dull specks of dust that had settled lightly on his old partner’s blazer. Turning to go, he tapped his left temple in what counted as a rather sheepish muse on his part.

Ah, me and my little random thoughts. I hope he wouldn’t mind if I dropped him some fairy dust, just for kicks…and for my entertainment in raining on his parade.

Before allowing the door to shut, he decided to give out some last orders first.

“Charlotte?”

[Yes, master?] The miniature female looked up, her arms akimbo.

“Get my old pupil for me. I heard she’s in town…”

[You…have an offer she cannot refuse, I believe?]

Ashcroft could only grin at that one.

“Stupid question. I always call people with offers that they cannot refuse, and this time is not an exception. Just call her. I’ll dictate the message, and you’ll send it. Consider this my first appointment of my little holiday.”

Charlotte D. Aulin paused for a moment, and a less-than-prudish smile crossed her lips for once, revealing a side of her more open to her master’s madcap antics.

[Very well.]

Character Guides Eventually (I hope.)

I like Charlotte she's so cute/funny when she forgets to be formal or when she scolds Ashcroft. That whole conversation about the random gunner was interesting. Important? Maybe. I like how he's called old fruit. So I wonder who this apprentice is? The first person who comes to mind is Hayate, but who knows? OMG ITS NOT A FOOTNOTE!

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Spacebrotha cameo this time!
@Ghaz: A Vivio/Syn lemon? hmmm..... Okay, I'll do it in this story, when it's time to do it. A nice respectful,tastefully done lemon ^^

This PS!V is a little more mature. No hentai or lemons, but more so than my normal stuff. AKA Vivio at her job and speaking about it a little. Why I chose to put this in is because it shows how Vivio thinks about her job and her confusion about real emotion.

Spoiler for Pornstar!Vivio pt.11:

"And we're done!" The voice came up, pleased, at the short photo session. "Good job!"

Vivio smiled and called out her good jobs while someone brought her a robe to cover herself with. Once her body was hidden she made small talk with her friend that did the shoot with her. "That went really fast, I'll have time to get some food before meeting with Syn."

"Syn?" The man asked curiously, opening the door for Vivio to let her into the hallways of the building. "Who is that?"

"Oh, that girl I met when we all went to the bar a while back, remember? I took her drunk butt home and let her sleep on my couch and we became friends."

"So you're bringing her lunch?" he nudged her. "Sounds like you have a crush!"

"Oh please." Vivio nudged back and allowed him into her personal dressing room to get dressed. Disregarding her robe, she went to her small shower section and turned on the water while her friend simply started putting his clothes on. "We just met... a week ago? Maybe two?"

"How many dates?" He pondered.

"Three." Vivio started washing her hair with the soapy shampoo. "Are you not going to shower, Space?" She teased him by calling her friend by his stage name.

"The wife is waiting for me at home." He sat down to put on socks and then his shoes. "I promised I'd take her and the little ones to an amusement park once I got money for this shoot." A knock came on the door. "Speaking of, mind if I answer?"

"Go ahead." Vivio turned so her back was to the door and started finishing her rinse. She heard her friend get their paychecks and cut off the water once she was clean. "How much?"

"Two hundred for me, four for you." He handed the check over. "That's sexist."

"I'm a star," Vivio reminded him, sticking out her tongue. "Don't complain, a few of my fans would kill you if they heard you complain about getting paid to sex me up."

"Tell your fans they can have you, your ass is all bone. I'm going to have a bruise."

"Hey!" Vivio swatted at him. "My butt is cute!" She looked back at it while pulling up her underwear. "I'm so going to post that on my webpage, get you some hate mail.

"Meanie." He pet the girl on the head playfully. "So, this girl...?"

Vivio felt her cheeks color slightly while pulling on her jeans. "I... kind of like her..."

"Kind of?"

"Well..." She sighed. "I'm not sure... I mean... I've never dated anyone before... but her hand is really warm..."

"Vivio," He spoke her real name and put his hands on her shoulders to get the girl to look at him. "Love is really complicated, and our profession makes it even more so. I know that it's empty out there in front of the cameras, but a real relationship is full of emotions... If you ever feel confused or lost, come talk to me okay? I've been through it all before I got married."

"...Thanks." She gave the man a hug and squeezed him. "I may have to take you up on that."

"I hope not," He teased her again, ruffling her hair. "Now go get this girlfriend of yours some food."

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Yet"

Vivio rocked on her heels and looked away. "...Yet. Maybe. MAYBE! Don't laugh!" She threw her shoe at him.

From earth I appear. Of fire I am made. To serve my sole mistress, my master.

I might be powerful and I might be the king of dragons. That does not mean I do not serve my mistress in times of need.

I swore an oath with my mistress. To protect. To serve. I have never broken that oath. I never shall.

As long as my mistress demands it, I will protect her. I will not fail. I will always stand ready.

You have called me once again my master. I shall yet again arise. Arise, from the earth. Arise, with flames amongst my side and fire inside my sole being. Behold, my mistress, the power of dragons once again.

I am Voltaire. King of the dragons and your servant.

From earth I appear. Of fire I am made. To serve you, my master, my mistress.